My birthday
Yu Lei was puzzled. Love can be enjoyed anywhere, and honeymoons can be spent anywhere. Why were her younger brothers in such a hurry to return to Xiangze?
She and Yu Qionglin, the backbones of the magazine who work from nine to five, are not in a hurry. These two freelancers and semi-unemployed people can't even sit on the stool when eating breakfast.
Yu Qionglin: "Okay, okay, your sister and I will play for a few more days."
"Hey, you don't mind us being a light bulb, do you?" Yu Lei said half-seriously.
"Mom, sister, I still have several New Year's orders on hand. Yu Ran is helping me prepare for the competition, and I haven't updated my articles in a while. We're all trying to get the work done quickly. I'm just like that. I get upset when any work is delayed."
Such is the art of speaking. Jiang Liu did not need to be informed, but simply arranged and combined the true information to achieve the desired effect.
Yu Ran posted a travel guide to Country A in the "Loving Family" group chat. He had gotten up from his comfortable home in the early hours of the morning to do this, and his heart was clear.
Even as he boarded the plane, Yu Ran was still thinking about Jiang Liu's words. Was he really so anxious to return home because he was worried about his work? Never mind. Regardless of the reason, he also had important life events that he urgently needed Jiang Liu to complete together. He got what he wanted, so there was no need to find excuses to coax him back home early.
Yu Ran’s proposal plan is complete, the only thing left is to invite the male protagonist to be in place on the birthday.
Having learned from the experience of the first blunder, this time he paid close attention to every detail and checked every detail.
My lover's breaths were long and steady, and Yu Ran felt the warmth of his neck, and my heart palpitated slightly. A perfect proposal meant that getting the marriage certificate, the wedding, and every day after marriage would proceed smoothly and smoothly - the reason I was palpitating was because this would be unprecedented happiness.
After a 14-hour flight, it was already 11:00 PM when Jiang Liu got home. He drank a cup of coffee and said he wanted to go to the studio.
"Didn't I ask Qi Zhen to look after them? Go take a shower. You're tired after a long day. I'll take care of them." Yu Ran thought he was worried about the flowers. But after all, Qi Zhen was Jiang Liu's apprentice and was a meticulous and responsible person, so it was unlikely that anything would go wrong.
Jiang Liu didn't explain much, pushed him onto the sofa, said, "Be obedient and wait for me," grabbed his coat and ran away.
Yu Ran stood by the window, watching the driver drive away. He then turned and hurriedly drove his own car. He stepped on the accelerator and drove off in the opposite direction. He completely ignored the midnight.
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In order to avoid Jiang Liu's suspicion, Yu Ran went to a 24-hour supermarket on his way back to buy food to stock up his refrigerator.
Just as I put the ingredients in place, Jiang Liu came in.
"Not asleep yet, haven't showered yet?" Jiang Liu paused, glancing at the clock. The hands formed a sharp angle on the dial, a bit like the tail of a devil's eye when it smiles. It was two o'clock in the morning, and the night, with its malicious intent, quietly scrutinized those who returned late.
Yu Ran looked at himself and changed into slippers, but he didn't have time to take off his coat. Calculating the time, he and Jiang Liu entered the door at the same time, only five minutes apart. It was truly thrilling.
Each of them felt that they were more suspicious, so they didn't notice the other's flaws.
"Well, after you left, I suddenly got inspired and kept writing. I got hungry and saw there was nothing in the refrigerator, so I went out for a while."
"That's perfect, let's take a bath together." Jiang Liu walked up to him and concentrated on unbuttoning his clothes.
This time, a bath was just a bath. At least when Jiang Liu invited them, there were no ulterior motives. Ever since they had bathed together at the hotel yesterday, a new world had opened up for them. Besides scrubbing each other's backs, they also washed each other's hair, which was much cleaner than washing it on their own.
In the bathtub, Yu Ran hugged Jiang Liu from behind and stroked her hair above the water. He even thought about installing a double-wide bathtub in the bridal chamber, preferably a sunken walk-in type, which could be used as a hot spring occasionally.
The air was filled with hot steam, and Yu Ran's hands were restless, wandering around randomly on the man's chest. Jiang Liu twisted his thigh in the water, but it was too slippery and he couldn't grab the flesh. Yu Ran thought he was reluctant but didn't stop.
"Well, stop it. I'm asking you a question."
"What?"
"I just asked you, what was the inspiration for the new chapter?"
The final chapter of "What is the Crime of the King?" must be a proposal, something he had already planned as the author. He was suddenly asked this question, and his mind was caught off guard. When he realized it, Jiang Liu's question stemmed from his own statement, "I suddenly had an inspiration and have been writing." He was immediately stuck.
Fortunately, Yu Ran pretended to be lost in lust, buying himself time to think. Jiang Liu tilted his head back, his body swirling with heat and his mind swirling with emotion, so he naturally had no energy to ask further questions. Foreplay in the bathtub was truly pleasurable; the all-encompassing warmth of the hot water could satisfy both his physical and mental needs to the greatest extent possible.
Of course, it wouldn't be convenient to stay underwater. Yu Ran fished the man out, but instead of returning to his room, he lingered in the bathroom. Finally, he dried his hair before returning to bed. Meanwhile, he had already thought of the answer.
"The inspiration I'm talking about is the inspiration for my new book. After I finish writing 'What is the Crime of Qi Jun', I want to combine flower arrangement and psychological healing in my next book, sharing my personal experiences with everyone..."
Before he could finish his words, the person on his chest had already fallen asleep. Yu Ran stopped patting his back and brushed the loose hair off his cheek. Jiang Liu's profile resembled a crescent moon, or the curved back of a jade comb—in short, it was exquisite and endearing.
Yu Ran carefully weighed the pros and cons and decided he preferred the crescent moon as a comparison, if for no other reason than that each crescent moon was perhaps a full moon, only sometimes nestled against the chest of night, revealing a small portion of its profile to gaze out at the world. The crescent moon was a gesture of the full moon, full of attachment, very similar to the demeanor of the person in his arms at this moment.
I fell asleep contentedly, and woke up again, not knowing what time it was. A glance at my phone revealed it was nearly evening. Feeling a little melancholy about the inverted time and space, Yu Ran touched the edge of the bed; it was empty.
As his five senses returned, he heard a series of piercing clanging sounds. Jiang Liu was tinkering in the kitchen. To call it a close combat was too mild; it was clearly a flying hidden weapon. Yu Ran's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees on the carpet.
When Jiang Liu turned around, Yu Ran had already climbed up, looking serious and smiling, and moved forward to hug his waist.
"Are you awake?"
"Waking up to eat my boyfriend's cooking is such a blessing." He took the spatula and wanted to stir the soup to see if there was any sediment. After all, the color of the soup made it hard to doubt whether Jiang Liu had created a sixth flavor beyond sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.
Jiang Liu tilted his wrist and turned his shoulder to block the person away. "Go wash up and wait for the meal. I'm almost done. Don't get involved."
Yu Ran didn't dare to say anything more, pretending to be relaxed as he walked out of the kitchen. He then slipped into the bathroom and took a mouthful of sweet mint toothpaste, which made him feel sad.
When I emerged, two bowls of soup lay on the table. The original recipe was still simmering, with no sign of disclosure. A spoonful of the soup revealed not a drop of oil, only diced celery and chopped cilantro. Even after simmering over high heat, it retained its emerald green color, a true wonder of the world.
Jiang Liu brought out another dish that looked tempting.
Yu Ran stood up to serve the rice. For two people, one dish and one soup was enough. In fact, when he worked for Jiang Liu, although he had many requirements and sometimes ordered five or six dishes for a meal, he always finished the meal and never wasted anything. Yu Ran simply thought that he loved to eat. After living together, Jiang Liu ordered a dish for the first time, and he stopped eating after ordering broccoli and shrimp steamed eggs. Yu Ran waited for the next step, but he didn't see any results, so he asked in confusion: "Just one dish?"
"No, if it is, just eat one dish."
Yu Ran was worried that the food was not nutritious enough, so he added some soup. Looking at the unsatisfactory stove and the empty table, he said:
"You don't have to make it easy for me. I'm happy to cook, and I'm even happier when I cook for you."
Jiang Liu said, "I really don't want to trouble you too much, but I also have my own reasons. When I was single, eating like that was more like revenge. I relied on food to fill my inner loneliness. Now that I'm in a relationship, I suddenly realized that what I eat is not important, but who I eat with is what matters most. If I sit across from you at the table and eat a bowl of white porridge, I will feel warm."
This idea has persisted to this day.
Yu Ran calmed down and took in the secrets of the dish. The meat was shredded, with chopped parsley and black pepper, and among them were enoki mushrooms and spinach, a refreshing and refreshing dish.
"Come on, try it! I learned a new way of cooking it today." Jiang Liu said happily.
Yu Ran was very considerate and scooped up a large chopstick of food and put it into his mouth. Because the spinach and enoki mushrooms were not difficult to prepare, the chances of failure were low. The chopped parsley and black pepper were already delicious, and the taste of sesame oil was also noticeable as he chewed. Even if combined, it was not unpalatable and could even be called an innovation.
"Delicious!" Yu Ran wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, and the aftertaste of sesame came up. It was obvious that too much sesame oil was added.
It's all because the opening of the incense oil bottle is too big and hard to control, Yu Ran thought sincerely.
"Really? Then eat some more meat!"
Jiang Liu picked up two large pieces of meat, and Yu Ran cooperated by opening his mouth and chewing.
chew.
chew……?
pharynx,……?
It's like a thick twine is stuck between my teeth, and it's being pulled back and forth. Every time I chew, the gap between my teeth hurts and itches.
He looked at the shredded meat on the plate in disbelief. Why was the color darker than normal?
"Baby, what kind of meat are you getting?"
"It's the meat on the pork bones. I blanched it in scallion and ginger water, so it shouldn't be fishy."
"It's not fishy, but a little woody." Yu Ran said truthfully. When asked about the processing process, he just wanted to find out the problem.
While thinking, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup. He couldn't help but choke. He could tell that it was a soup made with five-fingered ginseng. It should have a natural coconut or milky aroma, but the finished product was astringent and bitter, with a relatively simple flavor. The shortcomings were obvious.
After finishing the bowl, Yu Ran put it down weakly. He finally knew where the meat on the dish came from.
Jiang Liu fished the long-simmered pork bones out of the broth, shredded them, and mixed them into the dish. Meat tends to fall off bones easily when stewed for too long, so Jiang Liu didn't think much of it, not realizing that the meat also lost its moisture, making it tough and woody, and inedible.
Making full use of everything and never wasting anything is what Jiang Liu calls the "new approach".
As for why the soup was not fragrant even though the meat was cooked for so long, it must be because there were too many five-fingered ginseng and too little meat, which was then removed and used for other purposes, so the aroma of the meat could not settle; and there were no ingredients such as red dates and coix seed to enrich the taste.
After hearing this, Jiang Liu was so embarrassed that he broke out in a sweat and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"It's okay. You've only made it twice, and the fact you dared to make soup is impressive! It seems you handle the ingredients quite well. Everyone grows through failure, after all."
Seeing Jiang Liu eating white rice dejectedly, Yu Ran said again:
"Then you have to leave a way out for others. Otherwise, you are good-looking, kind-hearted, smart, and clear-headed. What if you also have a talent for cooking? Wouldn't that mean you won't need me anymore? And if you kick me out, who will I turn to for justice?"
Jiang Liu was comforted and his mood gradually relaxed. He smiled and said:
"Then wait until tomorrow, your birthday, and I'll make it up to you by treating you to a delicious meal."
Yu Ran originally planned to arrange his own birthday tomorrow, but then he thought that there would still be time to propose after dinner, so he smiled and said yes.
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